Poems (Storrie)/What the Wind Sang
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What the Wind Sang.
Oh, heard ye what the dawn-wind sang, Clean from the crystal night? It blew a new breath thro' the world, And set the sun alight. Oh, heard ye how it clarioned clear, With all the world for scope? A new soul flickered into life, The dawn-wind sang of Hope.
Oh, heard ye how the noon-wind droned And laughed in drowsy mirth? The warm day drank a draught of gold, And flung the dregs to earth. A hawk poised in the lifted blue, But little recked the dove. She preened her breast in purity; The wind sang "Love—ah! love!"
Oh, hear ye how the night-wind wails, All through the streaming dark? It whirls a white dust thro' the air, The ashes of a spark. Oh, hear ye how the night-wind wails In anguish scarce suppressed? A soul is rocking on its wings And cannot, cannot rest.